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Surrender	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It is my opinion that it would do Rashid a world of good to remove that mondo stick from his ass. I mean, I know his purpose in life is to keep Quatre, and us by association, safe, but we're twenty-five for cryin' out loud! I think one mid-day drunken party should be laughed at and joined into. Especially considering we all really needed it.
Findin' out the strongest of us isn't quite as strong as we all thought and has a slim chance to make it through tends to make one want to forget reality for a while. Add with my and Wufei's recent issues... Yeah, forgetting reality sounded like a great idea to me.
Do I feel like talkin' 'bout what he did? Hell no. Do I feel like forgivin' him? Nope. I'd rather kick his ass to the curb and tell him to beat it. But... damn it, I love the son of a bitch. I know he's sorry. I know he wants to make things right between us, and I hope sometime soon I can get over it. But, with Rashid looking like someone's about to get dead... Yeah, and it'll prolly be me, I don't see reconciliation in our future.
******
Dark eyes swept over the room, narrowing slightly. “What is going on here?” Rashid demanded.
“Um, well, ya see, we were all needing a little stress relief. And since an orgy was out of the question, we decided a party would better work to put us all in a happy place.”
Rashid stared at Duo for a moment. “You're aware Master Heero's health is declining, aren't you?”
Duo swallowed but kept the grin on his face, although it became a little harder at Rashid's choice of wording. 'Declining' made it sound as if he wouldn't get better again. “Yes, that's why we needed the stress relief.”
“Rashid! What are you doing home so early?”
He looked to the kitchen door way. “It didn't take as long to get everything together as I thought. They're unloading the equipment now.” He looked from Quatre to Heero. “You shouldn't be doing this to yourself.”
The Japanese man glared at the Maguanac. “You sure now how to ruin the last good day of a man's life,” he said as he stood and stumbled from the room with his scotch clutched to his chest like a lifeline.
Quatre's eyes narrowed. “Just great. Why did you have to do that? He's actually been smiling for the last couple of hours and you go and ruin it.”
Rashid pursed his lips. “He should be resting. Not getting drunk.”
Quatre charged up to Rashid and put a finger in the man's face, not an easy feat due to the height difference. “He's got tons of time to rest. There's nothing wrong with a few hours of carefree fun. Now, I want you to get his room set up and go home. Tell Marty we'll take care of our own dinner and he can go home, too. In fact, I want all the staff to go home.”
Rashid tipped his head. “I'm sorry to have upset you,” he said sincerely.
“It's Heero you should apologize to.” Rashid nodded and left the room. Quatre looked to the others. “There's no way I'm letting this end on a bad note. I'll be back.”
He found Heero in his room, gazing out the window overlooking the driveway where the medical equipment was being unloaded from a van. Quatre put a hand on his shoulder.
“It's really happening, isn't it?” Heero asked softly.
“Come on. Let's go back to the party.”
“Thought the party was over.”
He smiled. “Not by a long shot. That little interruption sobered us up a bit too much. What do you say to going back down and throwing in a classic?”
He looked to the blond out of the corner of his eyes, a small smile lifting his lips. “Can I choose?”
“Yep.”
He nodded and they moved back down the hall. Rashid stopped them for a moment and offered his apologies to Heero before the two returned to the living room.
“What did you want to watch?” Quatre asked as he sat Heero back in the recliner.
“Spaceballs.”
Duo whooped. “Excellent choice, my friend.”
And for the next two hours they howled as Barf and Lone Starr proceeded to rescue the snobbish princess from the evil clutches of Dark Helmet. Duo burst out laughing at one point.
“Y'all remember that battle after Quatre first saw this?”
The blond blushed slightly but laughed. “I couldn't help it.”
It had been an intense battle and stress levels were a little high, and in the middle of it Quatre had burst out with: 'What's with that major asshole!' It was all downhill from there.
Heero, who was curled in a ball in the recliner, cheek resting on the arm, turned alcohol glazed eyes to the blond. “I didn't appreciate being called an asshole, you know.”
He shrugged. “Then you shouldn't have been acting like one.”
Ronnie laughed. “I'm glad you guys were allies, I hate to think how much destruction would have occurred if you'd been enemies.”
As the movie was ending, Rashid stuck his head in the door. “Master Quatre, everything is set. We will return in the morning. Is there anything you need?”
He shook his head. “No thank you.” The Maguanac nodded and left.
Quatre glanced to the others. “It's Friday, why don't you guys stay here for tonight?”
“Fine with me,” Duo said, and the others nodded.
******
Several hours later, Veronica paused at the door leading into her and Trowa's bed room and glanced down the darkened hallway. A frown formed between her brows as she saw Wufei and Duo retreating to separate rooms. She pursed her lips. “I'm gonna have to see what's going on there.”
“Going on where?” Trowa asked from inside the room.
“Between Wufei and Duo.”
He shook his head. “Wufei said it was between the two of them. Leave it be unless one of them offers up the information.”
“But-” He kissed her and thoughts of the other two were silenced by his talented tongue.
******
Heero froze as he stepped into his room. The bed had been replaced with one that raised up. An IV stand stood next to it, along with a rolling cart. There were monitors in the corner for use later down the road, and a locked cabinet by the wall that he assumed held medications. He stepped back out, closed the door, and pressed his forehead to it. He could not bring himself to sleep in there. A tiny headache was forming behind his eyes that he blamed on sobering up while still awake.
There were no more spare rooms as Wufei and Duo were sleeping separately and he was about ready to go tell them to make up when a hand fell on his shoulder. He started and turned.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Is something wrong?”
He licked his lips. “I can't sleep in there, Quatre.”
The blond bit his lip and made a decision, praying he could keep his hormones under control. “Come on.” He took Heero's hand and pulled him to his own bedroom. He sat him on the bed and went back to Heero's room to get him something to sleep in, returning with a pair of sweat pants. Heero took them gratefully and disappeared into the bathroom connected to the blond's room and changed out of his jeans.
Quatre pulled the sheets back and climbed in, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling. This was a bad idea, he was sure of it. Nothing good would come from sleeping so close to his crush. Heero came back and slid between the sheets, curling to his side with his back to Quatre.
“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
Heero fell to sleep almost immediately and Quatre was glad for it. After all the stress and alcohol, he knew the Japanese man had to be exhausted, and the next few months were sure to be taxing. He rolled to his side and propped up on his elbow, eyes trailing over the side of Heero's face, down his neck, and the outline of his body beneath the sheets. He reached out tentatively and brushed chocolate bangs from his eyes and Heero sighed softly in his sleep.
“Oh, please,” he whispered. “Get better, Heero.”
He laid down and forced his eyes to close, reminding his body that his bedmate was a friend not a lover... no matter how much he wished it was otherwise.
******
Heero snuggled further into the warm body beside him, still mostly asleep. It was a good feeling, if not one he was used to. He pulled himself up to the land of the living and blinked his eyes open. They shot wide as he looked up into Quatre's sleeping face. He'd been sleep-hugging the blond! He de-tangled himself without disturbing the other man and slid to the other side of the bed, cursing himself.
How horrible was that? Here Quatre was, offering not only the best medical team money could acquire but a place to stay while dealing with his illness, and he had practically molested him in his sleep. Well, he amended, perhaps that was a little too strong of a description, but it was still embarrassing. He was thankful the blond hadn't woken up and found them in that position.
A knock came to the door and Quatre shot up, fighting with the sheets. “What-?”
Heero stared at him a moment. “Good grief, Quatre, it's just someone at the door.”
“Oh.” He scrunched his nose, rubbing his eyes. “I was having a weird dream where Duo was trying to get me to suck Deathscythe's finger,” he mumbled sleepily.
Heero snorted. “I think we've outgrown Truth or Dare.”
The knock came again. “Master Quatre, Master Heero isn't in his room.”
Heero grimaced. How were they going to explain this without him looking like a baby? He looked to Quatre, who he doubted would be much help as it took him an hour and at least three cups of coffee to wake. Heero sighed in resignation. “I'm in here!” He called.
“Oh,” Rashid intoned in a slightly confused voice.
Heero slid from the bed and opened the door, looking up to the mountain of a man. “I... couldn't sleep in the other room.”
He nodded slowly, understanding filling his eyes. “Breakfast will be ready soon and the oncologist is here.”
Heero swallowed and nodded. “All right.” He slipped into his room, ignoring the nurse who was setting up the IV, and grabbed some clothes before running for the shower. He turned the water on as hot as he could stand it and stepped under the spray. He dropped his chin to his chest, hands to the wall. His heart was trying to pound out of his chest.
If this had happened during the war, he would have been pissed because it would interfere with missions, but not that it was killing him. Now, however, he'd fashioned a life for himself that he really didn't want to give up. He didn't want to get sicker. He didn't want his system pumped full of poison that killed everything in its wake. He didn't want to die.
He took a breath and clenched his jaw. That sounded dangerously close to giving up, and it was way too early to give up. He showered quickly and determined that the chemo was going to work. He dressed and went down to the kitchen. Duo and Ronnie were bouncing around happily while Trowa and Wufei sat with their heads to the table, both looking decidedly pale.
“It's your choice of liquor, y'know?” Duo was saying. “Rum always leaves a nasty hangover in its wake.”
Wufei raised bloodshot eyes to his lover. “Can it.”
Duo laughed, taking sick pleasure in the man's pain. “I told you you were drinking too much.”
Wufei groaned and dropped his forehead back to his arms. Ronnie was being much more sympathetic to her lover. She set a glass of water and a bottle of painkillers next to him and kissed the top of his head. He looked up gratefully and quickly took the pills.
Heero's eyes moved to Quatre who was slowly waking up. He raised his eyes from his coffee cup and smiled. “Morning.”
“Morning.”
Duo turned from taunting Wufei to smile at Heero. “Did you sleep all right?”
At first Heero was afraid Duo was referring to his change in beds the night before, but by the look in Duo's eyes, it was an honest question. He nodded. “Yes.” He sat at the table.
“Ah, Mr. Yuy.” He cringed as the oncologist sat next to him. “I thought we'd go over exactly what's going to happen today again. The IV drip should take about an hour and a half.” He set a bag on the table, dumping out a mound of pills and began explaining what each was for. When he reached the one that was supposed to help fight nausea, Heero almost asked if he could have one of those now.
He glanced to Quatre and the blond was now fully awake, looking a little pale himself as he stared down at the pile of medications. Cerulean eyes raised to meet cobalt and he reached a hand over to cover Heero's on the table.
He didn't say anything, but Heero tried to draw as much comfort and strength from that gentle touch as he could.
TBC.....
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